Of all the things that I'd anticipated might be an impediment to my enjoyment of working out first thing in the morning, crying my way through the previous night's Olympic coverage while stuck on a treadmill wasn't one. But the Today Show was playing a reel of Olympic parents watching their kids winning and I didn't have the remote for the overhead TV, so what do you expect? I'm not made of stone!

This has happened unwittingly and against my better judgment but I have somehow become a person who says, with a straight face—or with the equivalent of a straight face when one is communicating via IM—"I'm really into banjos right now."

Before I tell you the story I'm about to tell you, I feel it's important to preface it with a piece of information that you might find shocking. Or maybe laughable. Or maybe a bit shocking and also a bit laughable, but here it is anyway: I believe in ghosts.

Look, sometimes I want to get all deep and serious with my complicated feelings about the inevitable passage of time, and sometimes I just want to talk about nail polish, if that's okay with you. Today is a nail polish day and I have some important, pressing news about it: I have found the perfect one.